24) WILD FOWL SHOOTING. 
couldn’t rop der poy on der highway, in der vilderness, 
mit force und wiolence, against his vill.” 
“Tf our money run out, didn’t I have a watch?” 
said Jim. 
* Dots vats der madder! But say, Shim, don’t you 
dink it vould a goot idea pe, if ve der same story tell 
der poys at home?” 
“Yes, we mustn’t forget that. You say you killed 
four, I the same, and the odd one we both shot, and 
can’t say who killed it. We have enough, and won't 
hunt any more to-day. 
“Und der tog! vot shall I say apout him? Dat he 
vas out of bracdice, und a leedle rusdy ?” 
“Yes, yes,” Jim replied. “Don’t mention the dog 
unless compelled to, and then speak tenderly of him, 
for my mother’s sake, she thinks a great deal of him.” 
They hunted no more that day, but hung around the 
woods, eating and drinking until early evening, when 
they started for home, arriving there at about 9 P. M. 
Next day, they took especial pains to show the game, 
the evidence of their skill. That afternoon the follow- 
ing appeared in the local paper 
‘GOOD SHOTS. 
“Two of our most successful duck-hunters, Messrs. 
James Johnson and Johann Dietrich, after months of 
close confinement to their business, resolved to banish 
dull care and have a day’s outing on the Meredosia 
Bottoms. They left here yesterday morning at break 
of day, supplied with the necessary accoutrements fora 
day of pleasure, taking with them their excellent re- 
triever ‘Sport. They returned last night, pleased 
